I can do nothing.

I spend a little too much of my time
Staring at my navy blue wall, thinking absolutely nothing.

I spend a little too much of my time
Glaring my ugly body in the mirror, getting insecure.

I spend a little too much of my time
Eyeballing at a freaking blank page.
Writing then erasing.
Writing then tearing the paper into halves.

I spend a little too much of my time
Ogling at food till it starts to stink.

I spend a little too much of my time
When I just can’t do anything.


Patriarchy, ew

The bloodied wound
Of patriarchy
Swings majestically
Round my neck,
Wavering my thoughts
Of what to be
And what not to be.

I look around
Viewing people fight
Misogyny and sexism.

For I try to do that too,
Until I fall once again into a muck,
Watching rape crimes
On a daily basis
Watching acid attack victims
On a daily basis.

For, some
Are too illiterate to know the meaning
Of the word, no.
For their egos are so small,
That they can’t handle rejection.

The bloodied wound
Of patriarchy
Hangs majestically
Round my whole body,
Begging me to tame it,
Oh dear lord,
There is murder of womanhood
happening all around,
With people pointing to the length of our clothes,
To the pitch of our voices.



we’re on the different
sides of the river,
swimming and drowning,
breathing and gasping.

my heart is floating,
and i sense yours sinking.
even though,
darkness is the only thing
that surrounds me,
your voice comes to my escape,
for it is the only light i need.
“i can’t swim!”
your voice shrieked.
something inside me just lost
when i heard you.
i swam
and swam.
it started raining,
when i felt you nearby.
“where’re you?”
“where’re you?”
i kept screaming.

“i’m right here!”
“it was just a dream.”
maybe, it was just a nightmare,
but it felt so real,
so terrifying.

even now, when you
go for a swim
or even for a shower
my heart sinks
with the waves,
dancing horrifyingly
with them.

i count the seconds
and knock after a few
minutes to know if you’re okay.

you’re safe,
you’re absolutely safe,
but that nightmare,
filled me with emptiness.
the last moment i thought
if you were safe,
was the every millisecond
since that horrific dream.

you’re safe.

you need to be safe,
because my heart is with you.

for you, are the text
of my poetry,
the lyrics
of my next song.

you need to be safe.



I am homesick for that locale
That I know I’ll never be able to
Go back to.So let’s go and sit by it’s frontier
And watch the sangfroid meet
It’s best friend, the storm.Let’s bask in there
And let our retrospection asphyxiate.Let’s do it.And then just wait
If we’d ever be able to cross that
For all we know,
It will happen if……
……..it’s written.

Losing in the society.

Unnoticed existence,
Decayed flowers in palms,
Dummy grin on face,
Unimaginable fantasies in perception,
Black ink spilling from mouth,
Eyes filled with unspoken thoughts,
Nose breathing in pessimism,
Tongue licking out the poetry being spilled,
Arms wearing dark dresses filled with agony,
Takes out heart from her pocket,
Throws it back into the closet,
Swallowing her pride,
With same hopes,
Same fears
And losing herself in the society.

Magical ✨

There is something about this miraculous sea,
Dexterously painting the sky with different shades,
Entwining the clouds and sun simultaneously,
Clumping the small granules together to form a grandiose castle,
Singing lullabies with its shimmering waves,

A divine abode.
A utopian paradise.

-Khushi 🙂

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my voice.

my voice.

my voice
is an
empty bottle
of beer
lying on
the sand
waiting to
get noticed.

my voice
is an
empty bottle
of beer
warning everyone
yet being

my voice
is an
empty bottle
of beer
which got
cursed, for
i made
her bleed

my voice
is an
empty bottle
of beer
speaking her
thoughts which
no one
listens forcing
the same
no ones
to cry
later on
as it
went down
their skins.


you’re about to lose yourself too.

my brain was lost in the
library of thoughts.
when i thought, i couldn’t get out
of this filthy void,
i saw a copper lamp
lying on the floor,
thinking of the story alladdin,
i scrubbed the dirt out of the lamp
when, a genie appeared.
“how may i help you, your majesty?”
he bowed.
“help me get out of these ugly thoughts!”
i sighed with a dejected face.
“hold on tight, ma’am”
he spoke.
i nodded
only to see myself
flying in the sky.
touching the tip of the icy mountains,
feeling the waves of the sea,
hearing the birds chirp,
watching the wind go by.
as i land on the magical carpet,
i look around, and smile.
for, i have lost my ability to think.
my ability to breathe.
my ability to recall things.
my ability to smile.
i hold myself as i feel
fire coming out of my brain,
then my heart,
then my whole body.
my soul whispered,
“hold on tight, ma’am,
you’re about to lose yourself too.”

what’s left in the end?

Murderers obtain a bail easily,
Rape victims are boycotted,
Rape accused are wandering around liberally,
Women are harassed for not bearing boys,
Witnesses are bought,
Justice is sold,
Just like the young women.
Government officials are blackmailed,
Muslims are treated as terrorists,
Women are getting lower pay as compared to their male
Racial slurs are in fashion,
Elderly parents are thrown away,
Boys are treated as an asset,
Girls are treated as a liability,
Rote learning in schools is a trend,
Practical learning is just a myth,
Transgenders are considered as disgrace,
Everyday someone is kidnapped,
Someone is murdered,
Some are shot,
Someone is burnt.
And what’s left in the end
Is a camera waiting for more things to occur.

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